You know you’ve gone off the deep end when your own roommate asks, “where have the flowers been?”—to which you respond: “Anything…anything but flowers”. I rub my palms into my tired eyes (This is called adult-face).
It’s true. I’m busy. Flowers are one of the most insane professions I can think of. As I write this at 7:30 in the evening on a Monday—the start to yet another week of six days straight of florals and already exhausted—I remember that this is what I chose for myself. And although we all may be desensitized to the beautiful smells of peonies and garden roses and sweet peas in the spring, the beauty of dahlias, bearded iris, and ruffly cosmos in the early summer, it is very important to understand that not everybody gets to enjoy such simplicities.
Queen Anne’s Lace, Santa Rosa, 2013
Amanda Vidmar Photography